I see the world through drops of dew,

Distorted, different, not like you,

One area this especially shows –

Knowing intimacy.

See, I used to not understand

Intimacy's enormous hand

In shaping the way we live and care

Love others, and forgive.

I was in confusion, you know

When hurt had graced me long ago

I learn through powers of observation

The great forge, life's mason.

Difference between marriage and friends

Always confused me to no end

This may seem like an easy one for you,

Till truth becomes undone.

It seems that even in a bond

Both partners selfishly respond

And marriage is a rosy ideal

Spiel of foolish lips.

And if intimacy is gone

I become scared, I always long

For these desires to vanish from me

To rot, rust, and tarnish.

The dilemma is that I crave

For more than this truth, dark and grave

So I battle my body, heart and mind

Hating God's work of art.

But recently I dared to think

This may not be my destiny

And once again I've been sold off to lies

Not a surprise – I scoff.

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